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James went through to the departure lounge and waited for his plane to arrive. He got talking to a nice man called Brian who was going for business in Beijing and had been there a lot. He told James some of the places to go and things to see in Beijing and what he should watch out for. The man was really friendly and gave James his Chinese mobile number telling him to phone if he ever needed anything.
James was pleased that he at least knew someone in China, apart from his uncle who he was meeting in a few weeks at Xi'an to go and see the Terracotta Army.
James got onto the plane and sat down in his seat. He got up to go to the loo and unfortunately that was when the tall flight attendant bumped into him carrying a cup of coffee. The coffee went all over his trousers and they were completely soaked through. James looked down and knew that it was going to be awful waiting for them to dry with the airconditioning running they'd probably not dry on the whole 11 hour flight.
Tom, for it was him, gasped and went "Watch out! I can't believe you did that. Let me clean you up and find you something else to wear, how nice am I? Even though you're clumsy I won't hold it against you." James didn't know what to say and felt bad that he'd spilt the coffee.
Tom led James to the bathroom at the front of the plane, at the front of the first class cabin and locked both him and James inside the toilet. Before James knew what was happening he had taken James' trousers off. James was really embarassed at being seen just in his pants by someone else, this reminded him of PE at school where he'd always get a towel in order to change behind.
"Oh dear. Your boxers are completely soaked. Do you have any others?"
"I don't. I'm so sorry about this."
"Don't worry. I'll sort it out. Take your boxers off and I'll give you some of my pants."
"What?"
"Take them off now. No arguing I'm not having you sitting in wet boxers on my flight. Imagine the complaints I'd get if I let you do that. What would your parents say?"
James reluctantly took off his boxers. He turned away from Tom as he didn't want to show him his willy. Tom got a good eyeful of his arse and got a towel and wiped him dry as if he were a child.
Tom then started wiping James's front and paid close attention to his prick. It felt weird for James the sensation and he realised that he was getting bigger down there. He didn't know what to say but his hands started to sweat more and he was getting all flustered.
"I...I... please stop. ...please"
"What's the matter?"
"I'm just making sure that you're all dry. Nearly done."
James looked down and his willy was now really big and it didn't seem like it was going to go down any time soon. He hoped that Tom didn't notice it. Tom told him that he'd give him some of his own underwear, as he always had a spare pair in case of emergencies just like this.
James said 'Thanks a lot. That's very nice."
Tom thought to himself that James wouldn't be saying that if he knew that Tom had purposefully run into James with the coffee and that he hadn't seen the pants that he was going to wear yet.
Out of his bag he took a small thong.
"I hope this fits as it's either this or nothing. I've got a British Airways tracksuit bottom that you can wear over it."
James had never worn, or even seen, a thong before. He tried putting it on and realised that he obviously had it the wrong way round as there was nothing covering his willy.